Ancient watcher of the glacier reef,
I rise as fingerling in the boreal stream,
My spine, the raven spires of forest fires...
My teeth, the jagged shards of grayling sky.
I am silence, stillness, dark, serene.
You sense my presence where I wait beneath.
Spawned from bed rock... grey & icy blue,
My eyes are saucers... summer’s lightning pool.
Silver, gold & green: silver, gold & green.
Come sink beneath my dreamless dream
The deadfall deep... the space between.
Silver, gold & green; silver, gold & green.
I belong to black & twisted spruce,
The sap of balsam, my night perfume.
New-fall spiral in winter whisper pine
The warm, the pink ... it’s these I so despise
...chorus
No comments:
Post a Comment